Hailing from Salt Lake City in Utah, The Devil Whale possess a certain disarming sound that makes me want to trek far into the woods, stopping only once I find a suitable clearing of trees — maybe it’s the “aahs” in the chorus or the 60s garage rock-influenced guitar or just the line “I need a vacation before I disappear” that inspires such a mood. In any case, there I will waste away the hours listening to “Barracudas” and the rest of The Devil Whale’s forthcoming sophomore album, Teeth. I would much rather see the band in person — say at a show in Boston — but their national tour only comes as close as Vermont, so off to the forest I go. ﻿